Grandad Denton took Preston fishing while we were on vacation. We were in Pratt, KS visiting Aunt Tracey and Uncle John and needed something to do while they were at work. Here are some pics of the proud little boy catching his first fish. I remember the days when my dad took me fishing. I am so glad the tradition will continue.
First, start with some worms
Then you teach him how to cast and hold the fishing pole.
Then the big moment arrives - his first fish!
He was so curious about the fish.
Here he is - my little fisherman waiting to catch another fish.
Oh yes, this is his Sheriff hat he found at an Antique store in Amarillo, TX - perfect.
He caught 3 fish that afternoon - a wonderful accomplishment.